Saturday, September 19, 2009

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Climbing, Through the Fog - Part II

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 "The Beauty of the Mountain is hidden for all those who try to discover it from the top, supposing that, one way or an other, one can reach this place directly. The Beauty of the Mountain reveals only to those who climbed it..."

      

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Like a Waterfall

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"As the mountains which lay dormant for so very long,
 until caressed by the waters rushing through them,
 awakened to new life that sweetly flows within...
So is my love for thee..."

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Unknown

Miscellaneous: Blooming Porches

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"In the (...) light he saw a little garden closed in with a hedge of baby evergreens. The wind was rustling through the stalks of (...) flower in the garden. But in the middle of it was a little low house, and the windows and doors were glowing like new, 
warm flowers."

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Ethel Cook Eliot - The Little House In The Fairy Wood

Climbing, The Romanian Olympus - Part I

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"The pleasure of risk is in the control needed to ride it with assurance so that what appears dangerous to the outsider is, to the participant, simply a matter of intelligence, skill, intuition, coordination - in a word, experience. Climbing in particular, is a parodoxically intellectual pastime, but with this difference: you have to think with your body. Every move has to be worked out in terms of playing chess with you body. If I make a mistake the consequences are immediate, obvious, embarrassing, and possibly painful. For a brief period I am directly responsible for my actions. In that beautiful, silent, world of mountains, it seems to me worth a little risk."

               

A. Alvarez